Bab 127: My weakness is to blame

'Slowly, but steadily,' I muttered to myself as I crawled forward. This was the golden rule that pathfinder taught me while we were hunting. 

Do not hurry it up. It's not your presence that will alert the prey, but your movement. 

'I will regret it so damn much,' I thought, thinking about my situation. 

My robes were all wet. For how great it was, I never designed it to allow me practically swim in the forest floor's vegetation. 

Fear inched closer to the core of my soul the closer I got to the beast. It was a slow but steady process, not allowing me to identify the moment when it started. As such, I was unable to counteract it. 

I tightened my grip over my spear. It could do only a little, but it still helped me to ward off my fear a little bit. 

'It doesn't look as scary up close,' I thought once I managed to get within five meters of the beast.